"Ning" for a long time, Ji Jin still couldn't say a complete sentence, so he simply hid behind Shen Youchu, about to cry.

What to do?

She originally planned to make a good impression on Shixian when they met for the first time, but now she will definitely think that she is not polite.

But the more she cared, the more nervous she became, the more nervous she became, the more she couldn't speak, even if she had been preparing for a long time, she was still nervous.

Ning Wuxian didn't expect that Miss Ji, who was calm and calm like an old pedant in the face of thousands of students yesterday, was actually a little ...... Afraid of life?

The talented woman who makes people look up to the mountains is so down-to-earth at this time, so he said freely: "I saw Miss Ji on the shore of Xuanwu Lake yesterday, and I was shocked at the time, and I still remember it vividly. ”

He's not flattering.

If you are far away, you will be attracted by Ji Jin's dusty temperament.

Looking at it up close, Ji Jin, who is white and beautiful like a fairy in the painting, is a standard classical beauty.

It's still one in a million.

Ji Jin's face turned even redder when he was praised, and when he saw Ning Wuxian's sincere eyes, he knew that he was not frivolous but telling the truth, and his heart was like a deer.

"Thank you...... Thank you, and I admire your poetry...... I have admired it for a long time. ”

When it comes to poetry, Ji Jin stumbled slightly, but he was able to express it normally.

Oh.

Ning Wuxian said in his heart: I thought you admired me before you came to play with me, if you admired poetry, we can only make a long story short.

"Recently, I've been busy developing perfumes, and I'm not in the mood to compose poems, if Miss Ji wants to learn, can I talk about it when I'm done?" Ning Wuxian discussed softly.

Seeing Ji Jin's cautious appearance, he couldn't help but worry that if he spoke loudly, he would scare people out of his soul.

Ji Jin touched the cuffs, where there were poems she wrote for Shixian.

The original intention was to meet, so I asked Shixian to smile.

But he said he was busy......

"Ning Gongzi, I know you're busy, but you can take the time to help Jin'er take a look at her first...... Newly written lines of poetry? Shen Youchu finally came back from his beauty, pulled up Ji Jin's cuffs, took out the poem and stuffed it into Ning Wuxian's palm.

Sure enough, he came to ask for poetry again, and it seems that he will have to hang a sign for a while to tell everyone that he will not accept customers for the time being.

Ning Wuxiao smelled the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums on the paper that was clinging to his body, and he looked at Ji Jin, whose face was as red as an apple, "Miss Ji, can I open it and take a look?" ”

"Can ......"

Ji Jin replied in a whisper, and glanced at the calm and usual young Chu with envy.

Obviously, Xiaochu and Ning Shixian only met one day earlier than her, but the two seemed to have known each other for a long time.

And she.

He didn't even dare to write a poem for Ning Shixian to explain that it was written for him, for fear that he would laugh at him.

"The wind and flowers are exhausted, and the love is only fragrant. The ground is full of yellow silk, who can pick it today?

One lovesickness, two sorrows. Mo Dao does not kill the soul, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. ”

After reading this poem, Ning Wuxian found that Ji Jin looked haggard and worried, thinking about her friend and explaining her by the way.

"Miss Ji, the poem is very good, but the love is very sad, as a person, you still have to be optimistic. There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, and there are no flowers and empty branches. ”

He carefully folded the paper along the mark on the paper, stuffed it back into Shen Youchu's little hand, picked up the sack at his feet, and proudly showed it to the two.

"I heard Miss Shen say, Miss Ji, you love chrysanthemums, I bought some dried chrysanthemums from the flower room in Hanshan Temple yesterday and made them into chrysanthemum perfume, which will be much more fragrant than the incense on the clothes you are using now, Miss Ji."

than to discuss poetry.

Ning Wuxian focuses more on bringing goods.

"Jin'er, you see, Ning Gongzi values his perfume more than poetry." Shen Youchu unceremoniously stripped Ning Wuxian's true face.

There are flowers that can be folded straight and must be folded, and there are no flowers and empty branches.

Ji Jin really saw Ning Wuxian's casualness, she hesitated, but she still couldn't hold back her curiosity, and her lips opened lightly: "Ning Shixian, you...... Why do you want to go down the trail of developing perfumes? ”

"Because I like it."

After explaining the identity of the poet immortal, the value of the poems he wrote can indeed rise, but to realize it, others need to judge him and set a price for him.

If you make a living from this, you will definitely meet the kind of official eunuch who wants to squeeze his value.

If you don't cooperate with those people, the poems will definitely not sell, just like the contemporary poet king, in order to refuse the invitation of the old emperor to be a royal gentleman, don't you have to bother to hold a talent conference to choose a successor?

Ning Wuxian didn't want to enter the court because of this, like the second uncle, he went to order before dawn, and he had to be found fault with Shangguan every day.

He just wants to be a conscientious boss who sleeps until he wakes up naturally, counts money and counts until his hands cramp.

Xu Shiwang's family is a big landowner, and the Xu family uses his talent and connections to make the children of the clan prosperous, so Xu Shiwang does not have to consider the money to travel the mountains and rivers and refuse the old emperor.

He doesn't want to be someone else's pawn, but he also has to have a foundation.

With enough money comes a certain amount of freedom.

As for the right, he and the Ning family are one in honor and disgrace, and he will continue to operate the title of Shixian, so he can't tarnish it.

"Because I like ......"

Ji Jin looked at the sunset obsessively, dressed plainly but shining Ning Wuxian, and always felt that although Shixian was different from what she imagined, there was more of a sense of realism within reach.

"Ning Shixian ......"

"Just call me Ning Gongzi."

"Ning Gongzi, can I come and ask you for advice again? I like poetry and songs, and I like you too...... composed poems. ”

Ning Wuxian thought to himself: I'm really sorry for your liking, I'm not an author, I'm just a porter.

"I don't have time recently, when the perfume is made, can I invite you and Miss Shen to be guests?"

Ning Wuxian took the initiative to make an invitation, which surprised Ji Jin.

After thinking about it, Ning Gongzi should have wanted to invite Youchu, and by the way, he could not hide his loss: "Trouble Ning Gongzi." ”

"No trouble."

Ji Dacai's daughter has a very high gold content and a wide social circle.

asked Ji Jin to help bring the goods for free, he couldn't ask for it.

Shen Youchu was also a little disappointed.

She still wants to come for a spin every day, but she can't come until she is invited...... guessed that Ning Gongzi just likes to compose poems and doesn't like to discuss these, and may serve tea to guests, but in order to accompany Jin'er to go, she can only endure it for a few more days.

"Ning Gongzi, tell me as soon as the perfume is ready."

Shen Youchu did not stay, delaying Ning Wuxian to do his business.

She is also looking forward to whether the perfume that Ning Gongzi said will have the same magical effect as he said.

Ning Wuxiao took the opportunity to ask: "Where do you live, it's ready, I'll send someone to deliver a letter to you." ”

In fact, he could guess Shen Youchu's true identity.

Although the surname Shen is common, it can afford to wear gold threads, and it is tens of thousands of taels of silver tickets, and the Shen family, who always has maids by his side, can't find one in Jinling.

"I live on an island in the middle of a lake."

Shen Youchu untied a jade plaque from his waist.

"When the time comes, you let someone take this jade plate to the island to find me, and the little guy guarding the bridge will let him go."

Sure enough, it was the Lord of Shen Island.

Ning Wuxian was not surprised, took the jade plaque and hung it on his waist, hugged his fists at the two girls with the sack, and began to work.

After Ning Wuxian walked into the courtyard, Ji Jin reacted: "Youchu, you are not familiar? ”

There is no self-declaration of home, which is equivalent to a general acquaintance.

"Familiar, you don't know, I've saved heroes ...... beauty"

Shen Youchu grabbed Ji Jin's arm and walked back, telling the story of the Ye family's pawn shop bullying Ning Wuxian that day.

Waiting for Ning to be unharmed, Shen Youchu and Ji Jin walked away and couldn't see it.

He found a wooden sign, wrote with a pen the six big characters "No discussion of poetry for the time being", hung it at the gate, and then closed the door.

It wasn't until the next evening that the Korean blacksmith shop brought the still, and the door opened and closed.

On weekdays, except for receiving the food and firewood bought from the back door, no one went out for a whole day in the entire Ping An Medical Center, except for the bellows that supported the combustion.

Ning Wuxian's move, in the eyes of some skeptics, was a weak heart to avoid the competition proposed by others, and expose his true face as a fake poet immortal.

Coupled with the conspiracy theory secretly promoted by people with intentions, for a time, there were countless doubters.

Soon, though.

The top three poems of the island in the middle of the lake were circulated, and the first three were invited to the island again to enjoy the light, and everyone gradually lost their original enthusiasm for the poets who no longer produced new works.

Especially after several poetry clubs invited Ning Wuxian to participate, and after being politely refused, everyone was even more suspicious of the authenticity of Ning Wuxian's poetic immortal deity, and all the people who gathered around the Ping'an Medical Hall to inquire dispersed.

It's night.

Willow tops on the moon.

After staying up all night and failing sixty-six times, Ning Wuxian, who finally succeeded in mastering the ratio of alcohol concentration and plant essential oils, gently shook the porcelain bottle in his hand, and took a deep breath of the peach blossom fragrance emanating from the porcelain bottle.

Although there is still a reason for the lack of a program, the taste is still very weak now, but it is the same as he remembers.

"The emperor lived up to his wishes, and finally succeeded!"

Next, it only needs to be stirred and precipitated for another five to seven days.

A bottle of peach blossom perfume can be born, killing all incense in seconds!

Ning Wuxian was full of ambition and was about to announce that he would increase production according to the proportion of the formula, and when he turned his head and saw the six people who stayed up late with him, he immediately decided: "Yunfei, go buy some wine and meat, everyone will sleep first after eating, and then start work tomorrow to make a thousand bottles of it first." ”

“……”

“……”

The six of them looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you, and motioned to the other party to answer the phone, don't let the field be cold.

Ning Wuxiao sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and looked at the eldest one-eyed child.

"Brother Tong, you have something to say directly, don't your eyes hurt when you stare together?"

The one-eyed boy who was named picked at his head in embarrassment, and had to tell the truth: "Childe, in fact, we don't want to pour cold water on you at this time, it's just that there is no money on the store's books, and I still paid for tonight's meal." ”

It cost nearly fifty taels of silver to make this bottle of perfume.

Although they all pay for failure, the cost, labor and raw materials of a bottle of perfume are all there, and it costs a tael of silver to say the least.

A thousand bottles is a thousand taels.

The one-eyed boy thought to himself: Even if I take out three months' worth of moonsilver from my body, it will only be enough to make four more bottles, and I will have to work hungry.